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Little children alight tied to burning trees, We
will
slam
them
with
our
wings, they sing. Vivian girls dancing on the mind of a pedophile, tragedy and victory he struggles trying to break free before a cut, a smile from ear to ear. The city cast in marble stones, Exterminate
the
brutes, he moans. Dictators throwing flowers to the air, a trumpet roars as blood is poured onto the streets from soldiers swords. The idols march through ruins, jubilee so they'll spend their time hiding dirty thoughts in the back of their minds, where the good goes to die until it's all too much and it has to burst out a flood of emotion. Carries away self doubt, let the Opus Dei reign; backs barred to the whip they make the finest dolls don't hesitate to break the skin and draw it to the lips. Ginger in the rear she screams, It
hurts
to
see
the
sky, I fear without the pain there wouldn't be a God, what is there to do? When the good seems so wrong, what is there to do? When the pain feels so good, what is there to do? When everything worth believing is so mysterious, what is there to do? When the only things worth holding onto in this world are diseased with sin and guilt
- Album:
- Year Of The Hare
- Sun Glass
- Paper The House
- GLASS BOYS
- Year Of The Rat (EP)
- Year Of The Dog (EP)
- Lintany (EP)
- Hidden World
- Generation (EP)
- No Pasaran (EP)
- The Chemistry Of Common Life
- David Comes To Life
- Day of the Dead
- Fucked Up Mixtape 3
- Year of the Tiger
- Singles Collection
- Epics In Minutes
- Soundwave 2013
- A Little Death
- Ship of Fools